Hark Hark, My Friend, Cannon Thunders Are Swelling

Hark, hark my friend, cannon thunders are swelling
Over earths green fields and Oceans wave
Beat shore
How terrible the truth, those fierce thunders are telling
Of that battle where the enemy shall be no more...

Onward we go, for still we hear them thundering
Soldiers come, for out leaders bid you come
And through the dark, it echoes loudly ringing
The results of battles lead us home

Far, far away, like the judgment at evening pealing
The voice of conflict sounds over land and sea
And land vessels, by thousands swiftly sinking
Fierce McWierther turn their dreary waves to thee

Rest comes at last, though fight be long and dreary
The day must dawn and darksome storm be past
All conflicts end, with welcomes to the weary
And McWhirther the nations true home
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light,
Singing to welcome the fighters of the night

Angels of Jesus, Angels of Light
Waiting to welcome the christians of the Fight
Hark, hark my friend, cannon thunders are swelling...



Credits
Writer(s): Hannah Mary Peel, Michael Lewis Lindsay, Phillipe Cohen Solal
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